Part 3: The Rape of Kelly Sabantini

Bruce Meehan and his pals got together every night outside of John's Pub for a smoke. Sometimes just regular cigs, usually grass. They were all 14-15 year olds, but hell, knew about life more than anyone else. Hell yeah! They knew a lot better than grownups. What could an adult possibly teach them? They were just as mature as every 40-year-old, even more. After all, they already drank alcohol, smoked, and Bruce even had sex once. Well, almost.

On that particular night, when the boys got together, they had no idea what was to come, not even when they saw the cute little Brunette chick marching up the street.

Bruce was the first one who noticed Kelly Sabantini. She was about their age, and was wearing a short mini skirt, sweater, and stockings, all black. Oh, yeah, this girl wanted to get laid for sure! Why else would she be up this late?

The others noticed her fairly quickly, and similar thoughts crossed their minds as well.

Kelly noticed the boys. She did not want to deal with them. She had just got out of a party where she and some friends met these three guys. She didn't like what the guy was trying to do to her and barely got away from him. She wanted her friends to go away with her, but they were counting on getting a ride from these guys. Disappointed from her friends, Kelly went home on her own. "Fuck'em! Who needs them?" She thought. Then again, she sure didn't feel safe right now, alone in front of these kids.

She walked right through the little group. She refused to deter from them. She refused to cross to the other side. Only chickens cross to the other side! She was no chicken! She will not let that horny asshole make her scared of guys.

As she was walking, Bruce stood up and got in her face. Goddamn, are ALL guys assholes?

"Hi there." He smiled.

"Hello."

"What's your name?"

"None of your business." She said as she passed by him.

Bruce did not like that attitude, especially not from a little cockteaser like that. He had to come out "the man" here. So he reached out and grabbed her breast. God, it was so soft it made his cock even stiffer. Immediately he felt the slap on his face. Kelly pushed him away, turned her back to him and went away, leaving Bruce and his friends laughing. He was truly THE KING!!!

Yeah, he showed that bitch, but he knew, they all knew, that she was an easy bitch playing hard to get. He'll nail her. He'll show her. He'll shove his fucking fuckrode in her fuckhole.

He signaled to his pals and they all followed him. They knew what was gonna happen. They were all excited, wondering if they would get laid tonight instead of just talking about it like usually.

"Hey, bitch!" Bruce yelled out.

Kelly started walking faster. Bruce loved it how her little ass moved. He'll have to grab that one next.

"Come on, we were just kidding."

Kelly didn't listen. She kept on going. These were kids her age. They wouldn't do anything to her. All guys that age are jerks, but none of them really have guts, she thought as she felt her head being pulled back by her hair, and being smacked across the wall.

Next Bruce shoved her into an alley she just passed. His cousin, who was 17, told him he once fucked a prostitute here and no one has noticed. It would be cool if Bruce's first time would be in the same place as his cousin's.

As Kelly laid on the ground, she saw the other boys surrounding her as Bruce was unbuckling his belt, when suddenly a light flashed at them. It came from the exit of the alley. Kelly tried to see what it was, but was blinded by it. So were the boys. Bruce was pissed. Who the fuck has the nerve of disturbing him?

"Hey, what is this? Go away!" After about 3 seconds, as he got used to the light, he noticed it came from a van. In the light he could see a figure approaching him.

"Is there a problem here?" The man asked.

"No, no problem."

"Little girl, are you all right?"

"She's fine." Bruce said.

"She doesn't look fine to me."

"No one fucking asked you, okay? She's with us."

"Let her speak for herself, you fucking little punk."

"Hey, nobody calls me a fucking little..."

Kelly watched in shock as the stranger interrupted Bruce's sentence by punching him in his mouth.

She was now more scared than before. She knew she was about to witnessing something rougher than what she was used to in her comfy little life.

She literally kept herself from peeing all over herself as she saw one of the boys pulling out a Swiss army knife. Bruce pulled out a switchblade and opened it, facing the stranger.

She was now scared. The stranger did not see the boy with the Army Knife, but he sure did see the switchblade

"Do not fuck with me, bitch!" Bruce grunted.

The man pulled out a Colt and pointed it to Bruce's face, right between the eyes. "No, do not fuck with ME, bitch!"

Kelly could not see Bruce's face, but she could see some of the other boys. Their expression turned from cockiness to horror, and as much as she was glad they felt it, she was more concerned for her life, and for the ringleader, who was now held at gunpoint.

Bruce started panicking. He truly thought he was going to die. He sometimes wondered what it would feel like knowing you are going to die. He now felt it. After a few seconds he had no illusions. He knew he was going to die. Then he realized the man is just standing there, staring at him angrily, pointing the gun at him, but no shot was fired. Bruce quickly threw the switchblade and raised his hands in the air.

"I'm sorry." He said.

The boy holding the Swiss army knife started folding it back. The stranger pointed his finger at him. "You! Drop whatever the fuck you have in your hand and get the fuck out of my site!"

The boy dropped the knife and started walking away.

"GO!" The man yelled. The boy started running.

"All of you! Get out of here!" Bruce didn't look away from the man and the gun, but he could hear his friends running away.

"Please, it was just a joke!"

"Shut up! Now get the fuck out of here and never hurt a woman in your life. Because if I ever bump into you, and you'll do something wrong, you're dead. Now get the fuck out of here!"

Bruce started running. Kelly watched in shock. The man picked up the two knives and put them in his jacket. He then approached her. She crawled away.

"It's okay, they won't hurt you."

"Who are you?"

"I'm Ted. That's okay, don't be afraid." He said as he offered his hand."

Kelley saw him now more clearly. He had short dark hair that was combed to the side, glasses, soft blue eyes. Surely not what how she visualized him when she saw him pulling a gun on that boy.

She took his hand.

"I'm Kelly."

"Are you hurt?"

"Just a little dazed, I think"

"Would you like for me to give you a ride home?"

"I don't want to go home."

"Clearly, it's not safe for you to stay here."

Kelly was silent. She did not want to go home like this, with her skirt all dirty, and her face bruised. She did not want to see her parents, friends, or anyone she knew. On the other hand, it wasn't safe to stay in the street alone. Ted was the only thing that stopped her from getting gang-raped. She felt safe with him. She wanted to spend some time with him, but she knew it would be awkward asking something like that, especially if he says yes. Could she come to this guy's home? He looked like he was in his forties. He probably had a wife, and kids of his own.

"I don't know what I want." She said.

"Listen, how about we go get a coffee or something? I'm buying. We'll sit somewhere, you can go wash your face, relax, decide where you want me to drop you off. Okay?"

"Hmm..."

"It's on me." Ted smiled.

Kelly laughed. He reminded her of her teacher, Mr. Smith. He was also this cute and goofy.

"Sure." She said.

They both got up, and walked up to his van. He opened the passenger door, like a true gentleman. Kelly got in and sat. The back of the van had no seats, and was basically empty. He must be using it to carry cargo. Maybe that's what he finished doing tonight when he saw her being attacked by the boys.

Ted entered the van and closed the door. He started the van, and off they went.

"So, Ted, what's your job?"

"Sort of in between jobs right now."

"Oh. I see."

How stupid could she be? He must be unemployed. Why else would an educated looking man drive a piece of crap like that? And with no seats except for the two in front.

"So... where are we going?"

Ted didn't answer. He just kept staring ahead. She hoped she didn't hurt his feelings somehow.

"I mean, where are we going to sit?"

No answer.

"Ted?"

She started to freak. What was wrong with this guy? He has transformed in a heartbeat from a caring, humane, gentle man, into a robot.

"Okay, look, I'll just get off here."

click.

The doors were locked.

"Ted, please, what's going on?"

Kelly now started to grasp that something was really wrong. This man wasn't just tired or unhappy. There was something wrong with him.

"Let me go!" She yelled as she hit him on his arm and shoulder. In response, he punched her face. Her world was turning, and she wasn't sure if she was about to faint or not. She thought she felt the car stop violently, as if someone hit the breaks, and she saw him go for the glove compartment. He took out something and put it on her neck. She passed out from the electric shock when Ted activated the stun gun.

She opened her eyes, feeling she was somewhere else now. She was lying on her back staring at a car ceiling. She knew it was the back of the van. She could have been out for a couple of seconds, or for ten minutes, there was no way to tell. She felt Ted on top of her, and she felt warm flesh slipping into her cunt and thrusting. It hurt yet felt good. She knew what was happening. She was in pain yet she didn't scream as she felt her hymen being ripped apart. Things around her were so quiet, as if she was trapped in a cloud, and she could practically hear her virginity torn apart by the giant penis inside of her. She was not a virgin anymore, and she had the penis of a really older man inside her body, but she didn't care much. It was like she knew what was happening, but just didn't accept it. As if accepting it would take her to a place she did not want to be in.

Ted started thrusting harder, grabbing her hair and face and kissing her. She felt how horny he was. It was as if he has tried to kiss or swallow her entire face. Eventually she got more aware of the pain but did not scream, just moan, hoping it would all end soon.

Weak and helpless, she just lay there, taking up Ted's cock inside her. She escaped a party to prevent from a really cute guy to do just that, then she tried to get away from a bunch of disgusting teen rapists, just to end up lying here in this filthy van with this gross old man on top of her, making her cum. Well, not yet, but she felt she was close. She gasped in excitement. Then he got out of her. Could this be it? Could it be over? Will he just drop her somewhere and let her go on with the rest of her life, without anyone ever knowing what happened? She'll have to explain the torn hymen when the time comes, unless she'll never get married.

Ted gently tipped her over on her belly, and put something on her face. It was gentle. A cloth or velvet. She felt the cloth being tied over her mouth, and felt Ted's lips in her ear: "Just bite on it."

Bite on it? What was the... UGH!

She felt the sharp pain in her behind. He was ripping her apart. At first she wasn't sure what he put in, only later she got to the conclusion it was his penis. He took it out. It was just as painful. She couldn't bear it. She felt him moving his hands gently on her buttocks. Only now she realized she was half dressed! Sure, she still had her sweater on but her stockings were nowhere to be found. Her ass and pussy were bare to whoever would want to take a look! Now this sick freak was moving his moist hands all over her ass. She wasn't sure why the hands were moist. Was that semen? She wasn't sure how thick this fluid should be, given the fact that she never felt it. She now felt his fingers entering her ass. Oh, god! Wait... This didn't feel too bad now. Her ass was already on fire from the initial dry entrance. This didn't make it feel worse. If anything, it would probably make her feel better if he ever... Oh, no, please no!

"Oh, yeah!" Ted groaned. She felt him forcing her on to her knees, her head still on the floor, and then she felt him plunge in, deeper than she thought was possible. If anything, the lotion in her butt just helped him penetrate, but at least her ass was moist now. She felt him fucking her ass. She felt as if the air was playing there, inside, trying to roll around. She felt like she really wanted to fart, or take a shit, but she didn't. She couldn't. She moaned, her head being banged against the car floor with every blow. Her ass being filled with air, or so she felt. Soon she started ramming her ass against his cock with each blow, which just intensified the pain. She had no idea why she was doing it. She moaned and bit on the cloth with every thrust, partially anticipating to see what would happen next. She was horrified, but she was curious.

Ted thrust his cock harder, wanting to cause maximum pain. He pushed his cock so hard it even hurt him, but he loved it. He'd do anything to get a reaction out of his girls, and this one was no different. He heard her squeal harder, crying, begging him to stop. "Ugh! Please! Ted, you're hurting me." She squealed like a mouse. "Please, Ted, it really really hurts! Please! I won't tell a soul, please!"

Ted reached for her right tit with his right hand, and squeezed it hard. He felt her body as she moaned and trembled. Gradually he grabbed less and less of her breast until he reached the center, her hard nipple, and pulled it as if he was trying to yank it out. "OH, TED, NO! I CAN'T, IT HURTS! STOP HURTING ME, TED, I'M BEGGING YOU!"

Ted laughed and left her nipple alone. He kept on plunging into her asshole. It has been months since he did this. Ever since he ran away from his home, he tried to change his pattern, and eventually to stop raping all together. He just hid in motels and hotels under assumed names, and jerked off at least 5 times a day, praying he would not return to his old ways. Still, he missed his victims. The last one was Dawn, but she was sort of a mother figure, not a love object. It was like doing it with his own cousin, damnit! These innocent little girls, though, they were something else, and he knew he would not be able to hold it for long. Kelly was the first in a while, but due to his disguise, she would never recognize him as Dan Whitman.